Naveed Akram

Fragrant Walks

The fragrancy of the walks and bowersWas hearing from a tree in one orchard, When I considered that there was no religionIn my house of houses, a stupidity crept inTo see the fragrancy of the tree upon me.After some short pause, the selfish boy, Rotating on his feet, launched himself intoThem. He did it afterwards, and then someTime escaped the clutches, reading the enemyOr me, the strangeness of the position!

I do not remember when I really heard him speak, As I was sitting in my chamber, as I heard some bounces At my landlord’s door. And clarity spoke to me, As I heard the bounces at my landlord’s door.

We were now arrived at Winter-Gate, A place of great trees, taller than skiesAnd vast oceanic masses, much like the swordsOf the high sultans, living within, Living away from real life-surroundings.

The fear of the boy was enough to hurt and cry, One cry came aground and hurt the eyes and ears, It pierced the strange boy, and it metamorphosed, It glanced at him. He did really depart now.